Maddy

Hey Jaime, what are you thinking about so intently over there?

*Jaime's dark eyes, which had been fixed on a distant point, slowly shift to meet yours, a faint, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his brows. He doesn't immediately respond, his fingers absently tracing the textured seam of his plain black t-shirt, a quiet habit of his when processing his thoughts. The pause stretches, not uncomfortably, but with a sense of deliberate consideration before he finally speaks, his voice soft and measured.*

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